"The desert is deserted, blood is the sea, and corpses are the mountains... It's like the scene back then."

The true son of God smiled and said, his eyes were charming and had a brilliant halo.

"According to records, this is a dragon corpse, and it is a real dragon corpse, and it has reached the immortal level."

"The fortune of heaven and earth is condensed to the limit, and they are all born in the dragon city and phoenix. Dragon and phoenix represent the fortune of heaven and earth. You can imagine how terrifying the secret method of the dragon clan's fortune is."

"If I get it, I will soar up to the right dragon."

"Amitabha, this secret method of hundreds of dynasties has been agreed upon, and it cannot be taken by itself."

The Bodhisattva smiled and put his hands together, and a string of Buddhist beads hung at the tiger's mouth.

"The secret technique of hundreds of dynasties, the hundreds of giant dragons, the mystery of the Heavenly Court and the Hidden Realm has been discussed, half of it."

"It is enough for us to get one, but the Buddha pity all living beings and try to minimize casualties and let the people from the land of sin they have captured go up. Anyway, since they were defeated in the war and had their responsibility, their descendants should regard it as atonement for their ancestors."

"How many people are there?" asked the Sword Saint. There are too many creatures in the fairy world. For them, hundreds of millions of casualties are not a problem.

"Not many, only one million, some of them escaped. The wasteland is too big. They understand the terrain here better than us and cannot catch it." The Bodhisattva said regretfully, "I have good intentions, but those people did not appreciate it."

"Sure enough, some people's sins cannot be saved even by Buddha."

The moonlight was very cold, shining on the desert, and corpses were everywhere in the sand.

Suddenly, a huge black cloud spread from the opposite side.

"It's started..." The Bodhisattva nodded, "Although it's just a small-scale conflict, it can't be taken lightly. After all, the other party is the mystery of the hidden world."

"In this battle, we should lose, so it should be..."

The Bodhisattva turned the Buddhist beads, and suddenly a Buddhist bead took off the thread and fell onto a formation pattern.

The formation pattern turned into a huge prison, and many people from the wasteland were imprisoned in the prison.

"Witch, what should we do?"

"Witch... are we going to die?"

The woman was holding the child, the man held the old man, everyone was dressed in rags and haggard, looking at a middle-aged man with a slightly gray beard.

The man held a scepter in his hand, and the breath in his body rose majestic, but he could never break through the confinement and curse, and he could only reach the Nascent Soul realm at the highest point.

The middle-aged man looked at the smoke rushing from afar. They were thousands of demons, exactly the same as the demons in their wasteland, cruel and would tear them apart and swallow them alive.

On the other hand, even if they are not ordinary people, most of their cultivation is still at the grandmaster stage.

This is not a war, but a death to die, and everyone knows the ending.

The middle-aged man stood up. His pupils were pitch black, his hair was messy, and his messy beard made him look particularly vicissitudes.

"The king said that our ancestors are not sinners, we are not descendants of sinners. Our ancestors once held the fairy world. We have names, and we are Yanhuang."

"Our ancestors have fought against the demons on the other side and have killed them to surrender."

"We are not sinners, why should we kneel down humbly?"

Everyone was moved and stood up.

The middle-aged man smiled and showed his white teeth: "What's so scary? Just like the ancestors of that year, they set foot on the battlefield, for glory and for Yanhuang."

"Do you have weapons?"

"Yes!" Everyone nodded. The weapons in their hands were the most ordinary weapons.

“Do you have hands?”

"have!"

“Do you have teeth?”

"have!"

"Then you can fight!"

He walked out, and the sand in the desert hit his face, causing great pain.

"Where is no war without death, I splatter the sky with my blood."

The two men collided with each other, as if they had broken a piece of plasma. In an instant, blood filled the moonlight and the moonlight turned red.

"The road to washing is so beautiful. Look at these sinful bloods, they will eventually be purified." The Bodhisattva grinned, with a very pious look.

"You didn't follow the agreement." Suddenly, a voice sounded from the void, and the next moment, a figure with blood-colored patterns on his body came out.

"Xuanji Mo Yu?" Bodhisattva looked serious.

The status of Xuanji in the hidden world is equivalent to the status of Heaven in the immortal world.

And the person in front of him is one of the best.

"I think it's going well."

The figure snorted coldly: "Last time, let you win, this time, let us win. As a result, ten of my monsters died..."

"Dead?"

The Bodhisattva and the other two looked at the battlefield and were a little surprised because in their opinion, the sinners on the wasteland were basically under the master, and the other party was at least above the Taoist temple, and most of them were in the Nascent Soul stage, which was a completely unilateral massacre.

But he was still dead.

The Bodhisattva paused and suddenly saw hundreds of people fighting with their teeth, nails, and elbows.

Hundreds of people died, and the people behind them continued.

They just stared at a killer, but in the end they were actually killed by them.

The situation was terrible, with broken corpses everywhere, blood was red.

"I'm so stubborn that these sinners are obviously going to die, but they are still causing trouble for me before they die." The Bodhisattva sighed.

He saw a man standing in the center to command and killing the enemy in blood. He was a witch at the peak of Nascent Soul.

The Bodhisattva snorted lightly, and the middle-aged man was stunned, then stared at the moonlight in the sky and fell to the ground.

"It should be OK now." The Bodhisattva nodded to the shadow.

The figure is silent.

With the killing below, the lines on his body revealed a blood-red color in the black.

"It's not enough, it's far from enough, there's not enough blood, there's not enough killing, and it's impossible to induce the birth of the secret technique of the hundred dynasties."

"You should know the benefits of this secret method to practice."

The Sword Saint nodded: "Of course I know, please rest assured that we will gather millions of strong people in less than a few days, at least on top of the path."

"That's good." The figure turned into blood and disappeared.

In the desert, darkness receded, leaving only the blood and flesh of the ground.

"It's really tragic."

The Bodhisattva waved his hand and the wind and sand flooded the bones.

"But your sins have been cleared, Amitabha."

...

In the darkness, Chu Yi and others walked forward.

These roads are very strange, change from time to time, and there are naturally formed killing formations. Many people want to take shortcuts, but they all die on this road.

Fortunately, Chu Yi and the others have huge luck to protect their bodies, and those formations seem to completely ignore them.

We waited until we arrived on the road before we stepped out of the dangerous area.

"Why is the moon in that sky so red?" The fat man looked up and felt surprised.

This bright moon is not a real bright moon, but is nurtured in this small world.

"There must be a war in the central area, and blood stained the sky." Chu Yi's divine eyes darkened.

He didn't know why, but he felt a little depressed and quickly focused on the True Dragon Technique.

Unfortunately, the more I look at it, the more I get irritated.

At the same time, there was a sound on this avenue.

It was dark night, and there was some fog. From the end of the road, four paper men were carrying a paper sedan chair and walking towards Chu Yi.

"Don't walk on the night road, black and white are impermanent." A sound came from the sedan chair.

"I'm still dry and dirty, so be careful of the fire." Chu Yi rolled his eyes. Is this kind of thing okay to scare ordinary people, scare them?

Didn't you see Wu De's eyes shining. Do you want to collect these things?

Step by step!

Suddenly, from the top of the sedan chair, beans rolled down and turned into villains.

These little men rode war horses, some wore helmets and held spears, like a row of troops.

Rukong's pupils shrank and he hurriedly said, "Be careful, these are the two people sent by Heaven, the Yin and the Yang, which are very mysterious."

"Immortal Lord Yama!" A gloomy voice came from the sedan chair, neither male nor female, "Come here today and take your life."

"My life is not so easy to take, but it just so happens that you have a paper man. If you die, you will burn it to you directly."

"die?"

"Hehe...didn't you notice that the moonlight tonight is so bloody?"

"There was a great war in the Central District, and all the sinners caught from the wasteland were killed."

"The blood flowed into a river. Without any resistance, they were torn apart by the opponent's monster army."

"That scene was so cruel."

"Immortal Lord Yan Luo, this will be your end."
Chapter completed!